A/N: The Guardian: Chapter 2: On The Run

They had to be alive. He just couldn't picture a world with out them...

What would he do if the Greymen were right, and they were dead?

Just keep running, never looking back and always ahead?

Yeah... That would be what he would do. He would just have to keep running, and maybe try to make a new life for himself... If that could even be an option for him anymore...

Or...

Just keep running until he finally gives up and dies in a heap somewhere far away from home.

Yeah, thats exactly what he'll do... And who better to die at the hands of then as the same people who killed his family?

Wait... This wasn't how he would think! He wouldn't think like this!

But...Why not just save them the trouble and turn himself in? What hope did a 12 year old have?

He may have kur powers, but he would never amount to what the creature had once been. He was a failure as a kur, and everyone around him seemed to know it. He deserved to be buried in the legend, and six feet under for that matter-

OK, so New plan. No more running. Just give up and die...

But then again... if they are alive...

"Hey, wake up... They left, we can go now." For once, Zak didn't mind the sound of the grey-teen's voice as it cut through the still air of the bedroom.

It had pulled him away from his dream of doubt after all and back into the world of the living and reality. It was an unhappy reality, but it was still better than being trapped in his own mind with those thoughts still at war with one another. With a soft grunt, Zak untangled himself from the grey sheets that had gotten wrapped around his person and looked up at the other, who looked rather awake for someone who just spent the night on the floor while Zak took his bed.

"I'm up." Zak muttered with a shake of the head as he sat up a little and stretched out his tired and sore limbs. "OK, we can go now... Just lead the way."

The teen nodded and went to the door, slowly twisting the knob to his bedroom door and gently pushing it open and slipping out of the small crack that he had made, despite not really needing to sneak around now that his people were gone. Watching him, Zak soon got up and followed after him, his heart pounding in his chest as he thought of what could possibly lay ahead for him...

Being in a Greymen's jet, Zak soon found, was a lot like being in a Doctor's office. Sorta cold, very bland looking and just makes you feel on edge like something was about to come out of no where and kill you. This made the dark skinned teen a bit tense as he dug his nails into the back seat of the two person air craft and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself a little. Nope, it was a lot worse then being in a Doctor's office. Much worse, with only one thing that made it so much worse. Neither of the boys spoken for a while and the silence was getting to both of them. They both inhaled sharply and both were about to say something only it was Francis who beat Zak to the first word.

"So..." Silence followed.

"What do you plan to do if your family is- You know...?" He practically whispered that last part.

"Well, if my hunch is right then my uncle is my next option. If not then I'll just turn myself in..." Zak replied.

Francis didn't respond, and was seemingly pretending to be focusing on his piloting, though it didn't take a keen eye to notice how his hands shook every so often. With a deep sigh, Zak looked out the window and attempted to focus on the clouds around them, but soon found that he preferred awkward conversations over silence.

"Its better then running my entire life." Zak said at last, clearing his throat softly before adding. "From something that was entirely my fault."

"It wasn't your fault Zak." Francis mumbled.

"How? I'm Kur! The reason why your people were after me in the first place! The reason why they attacked us, and the reason why my family may be dead! How isn't it my fault? WELL, ANSWER ME THAT!" Zak shouted, trying to fight back a few tears.

Francis visibly cringed, his grip tightening on the controls of his jet. In response to the sudden outburst, he drew in his bottom lip and bit down on it in a gesture that Zak saw in the windshield's reflection. It was an awkward thing to see, someone who was usually so composed now resorting to a nervous tick in order to avoid giving an answer, though it wasn't any more awkward than the sounds of Zak's quick breathing in the almost completely silent space.

"Well?"

"You never asked for any of this to happen." Francis answered, shaking his head. "I get that, really I do, but shouting at the person who is trying to help you isn't going to help us any!"

Zak fell back into his seat, buried his face in his hands and felt his whole being shake. He felt so many things right now, but mainly he felt scared. None of this right, and he felt so besides himself, having no control over anything anymore. Not even his own emotions. With a sharp intake of breath, he felt droplets run down his cheeks as he cried and was soon full out sobbing, not really caring who saw.

"We'll find them, Zak... I promise." Francis said.

"They're more than likely dead." Zak said coldly, looking up quickly. "Isn't that what you said?"

"W-well what do you want me to say then!?" The other shot back at him, his voice cracking awkwardly as he spoke.

Zak was surprised, espeically when he saw that the other only had one hand on the controls now, with the other holding his goggles. When he saw Francis' face, he was even more surprised to find the other wiping a tear away from his eyes, clearly just as uncomfortable with things as Zak was.

"We never found any bodies... Remember that." Francis reminded him, replacing his goggles back over his eyes and placing his hand back on the control.

"Thats true..." Zak whispered wiping his face and smiling a bit. "I don't know though... If that is the case- I guess I'll just carry on with work as usual... That is as much as I can do without your kind interfering..."

Even that light shift of atmosphere seemed to leave behind a much more comfortable silence as the ship headed towards it first destination. The place where Zak had last seen his family. Their old home.